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Old Fashioned
03:07
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Dust motes just float
In a shaft of light
Twilight’s alright
By the radio
By the radio light
Tune in to the band
All that applause
I love it because
Out of all those hands
I hold yours
Our song is old fashioned now
Old fashioned now
But the years/tears haven’t dimmed the passion now
I’ll broadcast it, how this love has lasted
And remember you, when the song was new
I always hoped we’d be together this long
Listening out for our favourite song
The show may be over
We’re off the air
But our song goes on
Yes the song goes on
Somewhere out there
Somewhere out there
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2. |
All Dressed Up
02:39
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Underwear, outerwear. Looking in the mirror there
Style my hair, time to spare. Waiting in a corner chair
The radio, the night shadows the start of the affair -
night is here, my ride is here - time to cross that thoroughfare
Tighten up, brighten up
Things are going to lighten up, so
I’m all dressed up…
and I’ve finally go somewhere to go
Mirror in the powder room lined up and ready to blow
Tying bows and bowing ties, one last look and go
Line the walls, the music calls. Eyes towards the door-o
I’m alarmed when you take my arm and guide me to the floor-o
Possessed by an effortlessness
Only us in this crowded room
My flowers are pressed
As this wallflower blooms
So dance with me
Set the floor on fire
With vertical expression
Of horizontal desire
The music’s died, come outside (our hands upon the rail)
About the time your eyes met mine I thought my heart would fail
End of the night, under moonlight I think that I want you to know
I’ve been dressed up for years, but now that you’re here
I’ve finally got somewhere to go
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3. |
Gentlemen Songsters
01:53
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Gentle men:
Gentlemen Songsters
Charming, disarming
Causing no harming
Have a song in their hearts
They know their parts
Gentlemen songsters
Love gone wrongsters
Singing, swinging
Each tune bringing
atonement
in the moment
Singing a Gentlemen’s song.
Age is just mental. These men are so gentle
How can it be wrong
To find love in a song?
To find love in a song?
Gentlemen songsters
No longer youngsters
To sing’s the thing
To strum, let it ring
It appeals to be
musically
as young as you feel to be
It’s not accidental they’re so sentimental
How can it be wrong
To find love in a song?
To find love in a song?
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4. |
True Collars
02:18
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I remember when I found you
sitting at the pound, your
owner gone away. A stray.
I brought you home, you were my own
looked after you until you’d grown
a lot of quiet time we’d spend, my friend
You are my dog and I’m loving you
I see your true collar shining through
You’re the best breed of friend indeed: I will take your lead
Two brown eyes two ears above
A hairy face that’s made to love
You’re an old dog with just one trick: training me to fetch a stick
When I’m hangdog and lost my cheer
You’d appear, lend me your ear
You’d seem to know when I felt down, and hang around.
(Cause we all need) Somebody to pick a bone with
Somebody to be alone with
I’ll just call. You’ll come and say…nothing at all.
To be intelligent and act so dumb
Is the smartest thing to do for some
But I hear happiness in that yappiness.
It’s hard to leave and separate
Still see you waiting at my gate
For a talk and for a walk
With my best mate
You know where I’m at: I’ll give you a pat. I will take your lead
Now I’m going back to run with the pack. I will take your lead
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5. |
Stairing
01:04
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downstairs upstairs
up to pop
upstairs downstairs
then i stop
two at a time
step by step
up and down them
then i leapt
where are the stairs
i sat on
now down the front stairs
i have gone?
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6. |
RSVP (Accept)
00:30
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Accept:
Thankyou for your kind invitation
I accept it gratefully
I’ll be there, with bells on , I swear
Lucky old me!
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7. |
You May As Well Smile
01:43
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When the sunshine’s gone and a cold wind blows,
the sky is hanging grey and low,
and the nimbus is all cumulo
the days pass slow with nothing to show
and everything is so ‘so-so’
there is only one way to go
so here’s my motto…
You may as well smile
cause we’re all stuck here together here for a while
the reasons to frown all fall down in a pile
so you may as well…
…may as well smile
‘cause we’ll all make our exit in single file
the line could be short, or a queue of a mile
so you may as well smile
It may be overcast but it won’t last
Most of those clouds are toasted by sunshine
so we should be kind
while there is still time
so you may as well…
…may as well smile
whether you pull a bride or a trolley up the aisle
you could slip, you could trip but you’ll do it with style
so come on… you may as well…
you may as well
smile.
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8. |
No Harm In Trying
01:15
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This climb
Will take time
That’ll take some untying
No harm in trying…is there?
String tangling
Kite wrangling
Couldn’t get it flying
No harm in trying…is there?
What I had in mind
was summersun blind
As my twine unwinds
With blue sky behind
(That would have been fine.)
don’t know when
I’ll fly again
But I’ll try again
There’s no point in lying
When you feel like crying
(but there’s) no harm in trying
…is there?
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9. |
RSVP (Decline)
00:15
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Decline:
Thankyou for your kind invitation
But I can’t be there you see
I have to decline
But I know you’ll be fine
Without me
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10. |
Ukulele In Your Pocket
01:38
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Its ladylike curves and four strings serve
to release the music in me.
It’ll turn your minor to a major key.
The road we’re on’s a fretboard
and you may think I’m a kook,
but to me the moon is just the soundhole
of a gigantic uke, so
Here’s a little tune for you
Listen before you knock it
I’m very pleased to see you
And there’s a ukulele in my pocket
Even when I’m on skid row
You’d never see me hock it
Though I know I don’t need the dough
With a ukulele in my pocket
Uke can be a beginner or uke can be a pro
but in your dreams uke can be a virtuoso (I know so)
If uke can believe that uke can do it
Roll up your sleeve, and uke can get to it
Pick up a uke and your blues’ll vanish
If music be the food of love: I’m famished
Play it low or play it high
hold it on your heart like a locket
Sigh or cry, or say goodbye
Humming with the harmony between you and I
Sock it to me like a rocket
ukulele in your pocket
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11. |
The Day You Vend Away
01:53
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I found you very beautiful
Your wares were on display
I had a little gift for you
On the day you vend away
You offered me such choice
Then made a funny noise
You were frigid. You were humming
Extremely unforthcoming
On the day you vend away
You offered me no change
Now there’s nothing left to say
I was getting nothing from you
On the day you vend away
I wanted something from you
Nothing could be surer
Now look at me
I’m chocolate free
And $2.60 poorer
so I pressed your buttons
A ‘4’ a ‘7’ and ‘K’
I waited with dismay for you to fall my way
On the day you vend away
you were out of order
but it’s me that has to pay
it was natural selection without the confectionary collection
On the day you vend away
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12. |
RSVP (Rebuke)
00:16
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Reject:
Thankyou for your kind invitation
But I have unavailabilities
I’m washing my hair
Wild horses couldn’t drag me there
My apologies
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13. |
Unaccompanied
03:27
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Unaccompanied
No ensemble, no harmony
But in my heart I hear your part. Unaccompanied.
Unaccompanied
Without the backing I need
heart in throat with every note. Unaccompanied.
It was “Ciao Bella”. Now I’m acapella.
We can’t be a pair without you there
And I won’t forget how you ended our set
Unaccompanied
Unexpectedly singing lead
The duo’s solo. It’s just me, so unaccompanied
no guest vocalist, beat thumps in my chest
the chorus I knew was the coda for you
showstopper indeed
but now I am freed
and unaccompanied
Sing a song to stalls of empty seats
Row upon row - where did they go? Unaccompanied.
Unaccompanied. No offsider beside of me
It’s dark and it’s late
It resonates
an echo dies
Out there it flies
the silence recedes
and it’s just me
unaccompanied
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14. |
Kedron Brook
01:09
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Ducks. Rocks. Grass
People on their path
Twigs. Leaves. Birds.
Walking without words.
Dogs bark. Playing fields
Small bikes. Training wheels
Turn to look.
At the brook.
You can never put your foot in the same brook twice
So a stepping stone can be quite nice.
Leave your car Where it’s parkable, see
And come and be unremarkable with me.
Ducks. Rocks. Grass
People on their path
Twigs. Leaves. Birds.
Walking without words.
Dogs bark. Playing fields
Small bikes. Training wheels
Turn to look.
At the brook.
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15. |
Thankyou
00:35
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Thankyou
You found us lost
Thankyou
With fingers crossed
Thankyou
When hope had faded
Thankyou
But now we’ve made it
Thankyou
‘cause I was thinking
Thankyou
That we were sinking
Thankyou
Your helping hand
Thankyou
Helped us to land
Thankyou
To be perfectly Francis
Thankyou
For taking your chances
Thankyou
In no small part
Thankyou
From the heart
Thankyou
Thankyou
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16. |
Last Song
04:04
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You wipe the bar
I’ll stack the chairs
Then we’ll take the stage as they head down the stairs
The crowd’s gone home
Good night to them
Our nights all end in the early A.M.
Fingers on black
Fingers on white
Encore for no-one at the end of the night
Bring down the curtain
Switch off the spotlight
This is the last song that we’ll play tonight
It’s the last song, the last song
Sing in the moment, for it’s there: then it’s gone -
the last song, the last song
The spell’s always broken. It never lasts long.
This one’s a keeper
For stage sweepers now
For all the day sleepers taking a bow
for there’s no encore
No one calling for more
No-one to applaud
The final chord
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Tyrone and Lesley Brisbane, Australia
The skill needed to pull our emotions from amused jubilation to sombre beauty is a rare one but these guys have it in abundance UkePlanet (UK)
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